Caleb and I were practicing his spelling words this morning, and he tripped up on ‘fast.’
“No,” I interrupted. “Remember, stretch your words. Say every sound.”
I had heard Caleb’s teacher tell all the students to stretch their words when sounding them out, to say every syllable, every little sound by making the word as long as possible. I enjoyed watching their little mouths as they contorted in every direction try to speak every sound.
“Faaaaaassssssttt,” we stretched together.
“F-a-s-t,” Caleb spelled after hearing the ‘s’ clearly.
As I got in the car that morning, I thought about stretching. We stretch our muscles so they won’t tense up after a tough workout, and we stretch our words to hear clearly those extra sounds; and I thought, perhaps, I needed to stretch my mind that morning.
Since school started, the spaces on my calendar were already disappearing, and I hadn’t even added in my own obligations yet. School, sports, appointments, on and on and on. The muscles in my neck felt tense, and I had that jittery feeling inside. And at that moment in the car, I started to stretch. I said my tasks slowly, focusing on each one, one at time. When I tried to list them too quickly, I got nervous, feeling like I would miss something, but when I stretched, I could take each moment slowly.
I could breathe, I could see, and I could cross one off that list as I took the dog to the vet.
Linking up with Lisa-Jo for “Five Minute Friday.” Have you stretched this morning?